"Oh, I was not dozing then. We talked for some time, and he told me why he had come with this secrecy. He also asked me not to tell you. But I don't mind."
"And why had he come?" asked Harry.
"All day, he said, he had been haunted by a strong premonition of evil, and he had come to make sure you were safe."
"That's odd," said Harry. "On the day of the gun-room affair—well?"
"For one reason and another," continued Geoffrey, "I felt sure he had not come in by the front door. At any rate, I proved that he did not leave by it, for I put some stamp paper over the joining, and in the morning it was still untorn. And then, if you remember, I said I felt yew-hedgy, and found the passage."
Harry got up, and began pacing up and down the dining room.
"But how ridiculous!" he said. "Why couldn't he have told me? Was he ashamed of his premonition?"
"He told me he was."
Harry felt unreasonably annoyed.